Sally Wegner

To See, And Be Seen

I have learned that cold is a relative thing. If I do not look at it directly it cannot touch me. In my mind I am at the hearth, tending the fire. Sipping tea. Holding the spine of a book in my hand and feeling its weight, the warm weight of the room around me. In my mind I am safe as a mouse in its nest, somewhere small and quiet and away from the world.